To Rescue a Daschund… or Two

Dr. William Hickman recently lost his pet to an age-related disease. Heidi, his 14-year-old miniature daschund, had been with him since she was only weeks old.

She had been his dog while he bravely served in the first Gulf War, when his wife unexpectedly left him, and during all those lonely years in the aftermath.

Hickman and Heidi were more than owner and dog. She was his constant companion, his confidant during and after the break-up of his family, and his best friend on the planet. When she died, this strong, customarily staunch Navy captain and University of Central Oklahoma professor sobbed for days. He had known no one more faithful, loving and giving as Heidi. She had been a huge part of his life for almost a decade and a half.

During one sleepless night, Hickman surfed the Web, hoping to glimpse a photo of other miniature “doxies” who reminded him of Heidi. What he found instead was a website crammed with photos of daschunds available to rescue. There were standard and miniature sizes with long tresses, short hair, smooth coats and kinky manes. They were red, tan, black or an amalgamation of many colors. Patterns called piebald and dapple were represented in the photographs, as well as a mishmash of everything else. Then, of course, there were colors and textures that had no names. It didn’t matter to him. He liked them all. They were daschunds, and that was all that mattered.

This website wasn’t a place to simply buy a dog. Instead it was a site representing an organization of 130 paid staff and an incalculable number of volunteers committed to rescuing